One of the most dramatic yet funny things that has ever happened to me was when I lived in Korsør, a town divided by a drawbridge.
You always had to leave early for your job just in case a ship appeared and the bridge went up. One early morning I was the only person walking towards the bridge. No cars, no bikes or other pedestrians. In the distance I saw a ship so I started power walking, hoping I’d make it in time. Then the boom barrier came down right in front of me and I saw the bridge slowly start to rise. Disappointed I stopped, already trying to imagine what I’d tell my boss.
Then I heard a click coming from the bridge operator’s tower, looked up to see him poke his head out just before he yelled
“RUN!!!”
And I did. I immediately ducked under the boom and sprinted, feeling the bridge rumble under my feet and jumped over the gab that was forming at the end.
When I landed safely on the other side I waved up at him and he gave me a thumbs up.
That was my tiny slice of action movie at 5 in the morning in a sleepy town. God bless that dramatic bridge operator.
